Chapter 23.4
The medical wing was clean, bright, and compact. It was less like a full Pokémon Center and more like a proper field clinic. Two treatment rooms, a short observation bay, cabinets marked for emergency supplies, a reinforced rear door for larger Pokémon. A Ranger medic passed carrying bandages and nodded to Berry, who nodded back as she stopped outside one of the treatment rooms and knocked twice.
“Your next patient is here.”
A familiar voice answered, the sound carrying through the door with clinical precision.
“Send them in.”
Ravina froze, her magenta eyes widening as recognition hit her like a physical blow.
No.
Berry opened the door without hesitation, her movements fluid as she gestured for them to enter.
April looked up from a tablet, her expression shifting from professional concentration to sudden recognition as her eyes met Ravina’s across the small treatment room.
The air in the room went still.
“You.”
“You.”
April’s eyes immediately dropped to Cinder, her gaze sweeping over the Quilava with clinical assessment.
“And you’re still walking properly.”
Cinder huffed, the sound soft but determined as his orange-red eyes fixed on April with cautious alertness.
Ravina smiled, the expression small but genuine in the clinical lighting of the treatment room.
“Much better.”
“Good.”
April’s gaze moved upward, her eyes scanning the beam above the door where Owlbert sat, his talons gripping the wood with practiced precision.
“Owlbert.”
Hoot.
The sound was clear and decisive in the quiet room, his round red eyes taking in the scene with analytical calm.
“Victor.”
Victor bowed, his gaseous form swirling with theatrical appreciation as he drifted closer to examine the nurse.
“Radiant as ever, Nurse.”
“Still Victor.”
Then April looked at Nikola, her gaze sweeping over the Mareep with clinical assessment.
She paused.
“You’re new.”
Nikola stared back, her black eyes unblinking as she met April’s gaze with stubborn independence, her tail bulb pulsing with gentle rhythm that cast rhythmic orange light across the sterile floor.
April’s gaze shifted, her eyes narrowing as they settled on the small creature peeking from the sling against Ravina’s chest.
The clinical assessment stopped.
“…And you are very new.”
Ravina scratched her cheek, the movement slightly awkward as she tried to appear casual.
“Yesterday.”
April stared, her professional composure cracking for just a moment as she processed the information.
“Yesterday?”
“Yesterday yesterday.”
Berry leaned through the doorway, her pink hair catching the light as she offered her commentary with theatrical timing.
“That was also my reaction.”
April put the tablet down on the counter with a decisive click, the sound sharp in the sterile room.
“On the table.”
Ravina did not move, her magenta eyes fixed on April as she tried to process the command.
April sighed, the sound carrying the weight of someone who had dealt with difficult patients before.
“The baby, Ravina.”
“Oh.”
Ravina carefully lifted Toni from the sling, her movements slow and deliberate as she transferred the tiny hatchling to the padded examination surface. The fabric of the sling clung to Toni for a moment before she was fully released, her small body sinking slightly into the soft padding as her unsteady legs tried to find purchase.
Toni immediately wobbled, her balance betraying her as she tipped sideways with a startled squeak. Her tiny hands flailed, reaching for something familiar in this unfamiliar environment.
April steadied her with two fingers, the touch light but firm against Toni's shell. The nurse's movements were precise, her expression unreadable as she prevented the hatchling from tipping over completely.
"Hello."
The word was clinical, stripped of warmth but not unkind. April's gaze remained professional as she assessed the tiny creature before her.
Toni looked up, her dark eyes widening as they fixed on April's face. The hatchling's head cocked at an odd angle, her attention shifting with lightning speed as she processed the new features before her.
YELLOW.
The impression bloomed in Ravina's mind, clear and absolute as the newborn focused on April's distinctive eye color. The concept was simple, unfiltered—a direct sensory observation transmitted through whatever mysterious connection they shared.
Ravina blinked, her magenta eyes widening slightly as she processed the unexpected mental impression.
April looked at her, her head tilting slightly as she caught the subtle shift in Ravina's expression.
"What?"
"She thinks your eyes are yellow."
April froze, her professional composure cracking for just a moment as her eyes widened with surprise. Her fingers remained steady against Toni's shell, but the sudden stillness in her posture betrayed her shock.
Berry smiled from the doorway, her pink hair catching the clinical light as she leaned against the frame with theatrical appreciation.
"Oh, this is going to be fun."
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Chapter 23.5
April tapped the screen of a nearby tablet, her movements precise as she accessed the provisional Pokédex entry. The image that filled the display was exactly as Ravina remembered it: mostly shell, a blur of red and white patterns with the faint suggestion of Toni's face near the edge. Cinder's nose intruded from one corner, a testament to the difficulty of documenting a creature whose attention span could be measured in seconds.
April stared.
"This is your field image?"
Ravina crossed her arms, the movement defensive as she braced for criticism.
"She moves."
April scrolled, her finger moving with practiced efficiency across the screen. The text appeared line by line, each observation exactly as Ravina had typed it that morning.
"Newly hatched. Small. Partially enclosed in patterned shell."
"Accurate."
"Independent but unsteady."
"Yes."
April continued her reading, her expression unreadable as she absorbed the field notes.
"Falls over."
Ravina nodded, her gaze fixed on the small hatchling still perched on the examination table.
"Often."
April looked up, her amber eyes meeting Ravina's with clinical curiosity.
"You wrote 'often.'"
"It was relevant."
As if to demonstrate the validity of the observation, Toni took one wobbly step forward, her tiny legs working with determined concentration. Then another. Her foot caught on something invisible, and she sat down hard on the padded surface with a startled squeak that echoed in the quiet room.
April nodded, her amber eyes moving from the tablet to the hatchling and back again with clinical precision.
"Clinically relevant."
Ravina pointed at the screen, her finger jabbing with unnecessary force.
“Thank you.”
Victor drifted beside the examination table, his gaseous form swirling with theatrical appreciation.
“Vindication.”
April swiped to the next section, her movements economical and practiced.
“Possible empathic or psychic communication.”
Ravina’s expression sobered, the casual amusement fading from her face.
“Yeah.”
April looked at Toni, then at Ravina, her gaze analytical as she processed the implications.
“Explain.”
“It’s not words. Mostly.”
Ravina crouched beside the table, her movements bringing her closer to the hatchling’s eye level.
“It’s more like little pieces of meaning. Warm. Safe. Colours. Sounds. People. She knows her name now.”
April considered that, her professional expression unreadable as she weighed the information.
“How do you know it isn’t just your interpretation?”
“I don’t.”
“Good.”
Ravina frowned, her confusion clear in the clinical lighting of the treatment room.
“Good?”
“Good answer.”
April picked up a small handheld scanner from the counter, the device cool and sterile in her grip.
“Let’s not pretend certainty where we don’t have it.”
Ravina nodded as April approached with the scanner, the device looking impossibly large against Toni's tiny body.
The scanner touched lightly beneath one arm and Toni flinched, her small body tensing at the unexpected contact.
COLD.
The impression bloomed in Ravina's mind, sharp and immediate as Toni's attention fixed on the foreign sensation.
"She says cold."
April paused, her amber eyes narrowing with clinical interest. She repeated the contact, this time with deliberate slowness.
Toni frowned, her tiny face scrunching up as she registered the sensation again.
COLD.
"She says cold again."
April's eyes sharpened, her professional composure giving way to scientific curiosity.
"Same impression?"
"Exactly."
April made a note on her tablet, the stylus moving with practiced precision across the screen. From the doorway, Berry watched, her earlier amusement replaced by something more serious as she processed this new evidence of Toni's unusual abilities.
April moved through the examination methodically, her movements economical and precise. Weight. Height. Pulse. Breathing. Eyes. Hearing response. Shell. Skin. Limbs. Reflexes. Coordination. Each test conducted with clinical detachment, each result recorded without comment.
Ravina stayed close through the whole thing, her presence a silent anchor as Toni endured the unfamiliar process. The hatchling tolerated the examination surprisingly well as long as Ravina remained within reach, her small hands occasionally reaching out to brush against her trainer's fingers for reassurance.
When April looked into her mouth, Toni objected with a soft squeak of protest, her tiny hands pushing against the nurse's fingers.
When April touched one of the points on her head, Toni squirmed, her body twisting with discomfort as the nurse examined the distinctive features of her shell.
When a light passed over her eyes, Toni became fascinated, her objections forgotten as she tried to grab the moving beam with determined curiosity, her tiny fingers closing on empty air.
Berry laughed softly from the doorway, her pink hair catching the clinical light as she observed the hatchling's behavior.
"She's curious."
"Very."
Toni reached for the medical stethoscope hanging from April's neck, her tiny fingers stretching with determined curiosity. April moved it away with practiced efficiency, the metal instrument swaying just beyond the hatchling's reach. Toni reached again, her movements more persistent this time as she tried to grab the shiny object that had captured her attention completely.
SHINY.
The impression bloomed in Ravina's mind, clear and absolute as the newborn focused on the glinting metal.
Ravina smiled, the expression soft in the clinical lighting of the treatment room.
"She likes shiny things."
April made another note on her tablet, the stylus moving with practiced precision across the screen without looking up from her work.
"You're encouraging her."
"I'm observing."
April glanced up, her amber eyes fixing Ravina with a look that carried both clinical assessment and wry amusement.
"Field researcher Ravina."
Ravina groaned, the sound soft in the sterile room as she resisted the label.
"Please don't."
"You made the file."
"The Pokédex made the file."
"You supplied the observations."
Ravina's shoulders slumped slightly, her defense weakening under April's steady gaze.
"I wrote 'likes fluffy things.'"
April's gaze shifted toward the doorway of the treatment room, where Nikola stood just beyond the threshold. The Mareep watched the proceedings with quiet intensity, her black eyes unblinking as she processed the conversation between the humans.
"At the moment, that appears well-supported."
Berry nodded solemnly from her position in the doorway, her pink hair catching the clinical light as she added her own assessment with theatrical gravity.
"Strongly."
Nikola gave them both a suspicious look, her fleece bristling slightly with static as the Mareep registered that she had become the subject of their discussion. Her tail bulb pulsed with deliberate rhythm, casting rhythmic orange light across the sterile floor as she stared at Berry with stubborn independence.
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Chapter 23.6
April's attention shifted to Toni's shell, and Ravina found herself leaning forward without conscious thought. The patterned structure remained unfamiliar territory, and she had no framework for what constituted normal. April positioned a magnifying light above the tiny form, the beam illuminating the shell's intricate design with clinical precision.
"No cracking."
The word was clipped, professional, but Ravina released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.
"Good."
"Good mineral density, as far as I can tell."
Ravina's head tilted slightly, her magenta eyes narrowing with renewed concern.
"As far as you can tell?"
April looked up from her examination, her amber eyes meeting Ravina's with clinical directness.
"I have no species baseline."
Right.
Ravina's fingers moved to the back of her neck, rubbing at the tension that had gathered there.
"What does the scanner say?"
"Healthy."
Ravina felt some of the tension release from her shoulders, the relief immediate and tangible.
April lifted one finger, the gesture precise and deliberate.
"Based on what we can measure."
Ravina tensed again and April sighed, the sound carrying the weight of someone who had dealt with difficult patients before.
“That was not meant to undo the reassurance.”
“You’re bad at this.”
“I’m excellent at this.”
Berry spoke from the doorway, her pink hair catching the clinical light as she leaned against the frame with theatrical appreciation.
“She is.”
April looked at her, her amber eyes narrowing with clinical assessment.
“Thank you.”
Berry smiled, her pointed ears twitching slightly with amusement.
“You’re still bad at reassurance.”
April pointed toward the hall, her movements decisive as she redirected their attention to the matter at hand.
“You may leave.”
Berry ignored her as Toni looked between them, her tiny head turning from one woman to the other with focused concentration.
FUNNY.
The impression bloomed in Ravina's mind, clear and absolute as the hatchling processed the exchange between the two women.
Ravina started laughing, the sound soft and genuine in the clinical lighting of the treatment room as she met Toni's gaze.
April stared, her expression unreadable as she processed the unexpected reaction.
“What?”
“She thinks you two are funny.”
Berry beamed, her earlier amusement replaced by triumphant satisfaction as she leaned against the doorway with theatrical appreciation.
April closed her eyes, her professional composure cracking for just a moment as she absorbed this new piece of information.
“Wonderful.”
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Chapter 23.7
April continued her examination, the stylus moving with practiced precision across the tablet as she documented each finding. The Pokédex file expanded with each tap, the clinical notes building a profile of the mysterious hatchling.
Ravina watched over her shoulder, her magenta eyes tracking the lines of text as they appeared on the screen.
“Apparent age: less than twenty-four hours.”
April spoke without looking up, her voice clinical and detached as she recorded her observations.
“General condition: healthy.”
“Hydration: normal.”
“Feeding response: normal.”
“Gait: functional but developmentally uncoordinated.”
Ravina glanced at Toni, who was currently attempting to grab the moving beam from April’s scanner light with determined curiosity, her tiny fingers closing on empty air as the beam swept across the examination table.
“She does that a lot.”
April made another note without comment.
“Shell integrity: stable.”
“Social response: strong attachment to primary caregiver; readily accepts familiar Pokémon.”
Toni abandoned her pursuit of the light beam and reached instead for Ravina’s fingers, her tiny hands wrapping around the offered digits with surprising strength.
THERE.
The impression bloomed in Ravina’s mind, clear and absolute as the newborn made her preferences known.
April’s stylus paused, hovering above the screen as she prepared to document the most unusual aspect of her examination.
“Communication: possible direct empathic or telepathic concept transfer. Repeated stimulus response reported consistently by caregiver.”
Ravina looked up, her expression caught between curiosity and concern.
“You’re actually putting that in?”
“It’s my clinical observation.”
“Most people would think I was making it up.”
“Most people aren’t medical professionals.”
April hesitated over another field, her amber eyes narrowing as she reviewed the scanner readings one more time.
“Type indicators are inconclusive.”
Ravina leaned closer, her attention sharpening as she tried to decipher the clinical terminology.
“Meaning?”
“The scanner is finding something, but not enough for me to classify.”
April swiped through several screens of data, her movements economical and precise.
“Psychic?”
“Maybe.”
“Fairy?”
“Possible.”
Ravina blinked, her confusion clear in the clinical lighting of the treatment room.
“Possible?”
April nodded, her expression remaining clinically detached as she processed the scanner’s ambiguous readings.
“Whatever she is, she’s odd.”
Toni chirped happily, the sound musical and unexpected in the quiet room as she finally succeeded in catching Ravina’s finger and bringing it to her mouth for an exploratory nibble.
Ravina looked down, her expression caught between amusement and mild alarm.
“That sounded rude.”
“I’m a doctor. It was clinical.”
Berry leaned in from the doorway, her pink hair catching the clinical light as she offered her commentary with theatrical timing.
“That makes it more rude.”
April ignored her, her attention fixed on the tablet as she completed her examination notes with practiced efficiency.
The scanner chimed, the sound crisp and clinical in the quiet room.
April checked the result, her amber eyes scanning the data with practiced efficiency.
"No obvious illness."
Ravina's shoulders dropped, the tension releasing in a single, audible exhale.
"No developmental concerns."
Toni abandoned her exploration of Ravina's fingers and reached instead for the scanner, her tiny hands stretching with determined curiosity.
April moved it away with practiced efficiency, the device swaying just beyond the hatchling's reach.
"No signs of distress."
Ravina sagged against the side of the examination table, her body suddenly feeling lighter without the weight of unspoken fear.
"Oh, thank gods."
April looked up, her expression shifting from clinical assessment to something warmer, more human.
"Congratulations."
"For what?"
"Your baby is medically boring."
Ravina laughed, the sound soft and genuine in the clinical lighting of the treatment room.
"I'll take it."
April saved the update, her movements economical and precise.
The provisional entry refreshed.
More data.
Still no species name.
Still simply Toni.
"That'll sync?"
"When the station network catches it."
"With Professor Elm?"
April nodded, her movements economical as she finalized the file on her tablet.
"Assuming his lab is registered for review."
"It is."
"Then yes."
Ravina grimaced, the expression pulling at her features as she imagined Professor Elm's inevitable reaction to discovering a completely undocumented species in his regional database.
April smiled, the expression small but genuine as she met Ravina's gaze across the examination table.
"You may want to call home before he calls you."
"Right."
Berry brightened from her position in the doorway, her pink hair catching the clinical light as she found a way to contribute to the proceedings.
"I can reserve the private phone room."
"Of course you can."
Ravina sighed, the sound soft in the sterile room as she recognized the familiar pattern of Hunsie hospitality.
"Hospitality."
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Chapter 23.8
Toni was done with medicine.
The declaration was made not with words, but with determined action as the hatchling began her deliberate escape from the examination table. Her tiny legs worked with focused concentration, her small body pitching forward as she attempted to scale the barrier that had contained her throughout the examination.
Ravina caught her, her movements swift but gentle as she intercepted the tiny escapee mid-descent.
"Absolutely not."
Toni objected, her small mouth opening in a startled squeak of protest as her planned escape was thwarted. Her dark eyes widened with indignation, her tiny hands reaching toward the floor with renewed determination.
Nikola stepped forward, her hooves making soft sounds against the sterile floor as she responded to the hatchling's distress without hesitation. The Mareep's fleece offered an inviting contrast to the clinical environment, her black eyes fixed on Toni with protective concern.
Toni immediately leaned toward her, her body shifting with instinctive recognition of comfort and warmth.
SOFT.
The impression bloomed in Ravina's mind, clear and absolute as the newborn focused on the texture before her.
April looked at Ravina, her amber eyes narrowing with clinical assessment as she processed the familiar exchange.
"That one again?"
"Yep."
Nikola lowered herself, her movements deliberate and patient as she presented her fleece to the hatchling. The Mareep's posture shifted, her body sinking slightly to create an accessible surface for Toni's unsteady approach.
Ravina settled Toni into the fleece, her movements careful as she guided the tiny hatchling into the welcoming warmth. The little Pokémon disappeared almost to the shoulders, her small body sinking into the thick wool with immediate contentment.
Nikola's tail bulb began pulsing, the rhythmic orange light casting a gentle glow across the sterile floor as the Mareep adjusted to her new responsibility.
April stared, her professional composure momentarily replaced by something more personal as she observed the unexpected bond forming between the hatchling and the Mareep.
Berry leaned against the doorframe, her pink hair catching the clinical light as she watched the Mareep with the hatchling settled in her fleece.
"Oh."
Nikola's tail bulb pulsed brighter, the rhythmic orange glow casting a warm light across the sterile floor as she adjusted to her new responsibility.
April nodded, her amber eyes narrowing with clinical assessment as she processed the familiar exchange.
"I withdraw my previous implied criticisms."
Nikola relaxed, her fleece settling as the static discharge faded. Her tail bulb resumed its gentle pulse, casting rhythmic orange light across the floor between them.
Ravina grinned, her expression caught between amusement and resignation as she observed the unexpected bond forming between her Pokémon.
"She's been on the team two days and already thinks she's management."
Nikola gave her a look, her black eyes narrowing with stubborn independence as she registered the comment from her trainer.
Berry leaned down, her movements deliberate as she addressed the Mareep directly.
"You have excellent instincts."
Nikola's expression softened immediately, her posture relaxing as she accepted the praise from the unexpected source.
Berry laughed, the sound soft and genuine in the clinical lighting of the treatment room.
"I respect competent staff."
Nikola gave a satisfied bleat, the sound carrying a note of profound contentment as her tail bulb pulsed with renewed rhythm.
April crossed her arms, her professional expression returning as she observed the exchange between Berry and the Mareep.
"Don't encourage her."
"I encourage excellence."
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Chapter 23.9
April finished entering the last clinical notes, her stylus moving with practiced precision across the tablet screen. The device chimed softly as the file saved, the sound crisp and final in the sterile treatment room. From her position in the doorway, Berry made no move to leave, her pink hair catching the clinical light as she observed the completion of the examination with quiet satisfaction.
The silence stretched for a moment, comfortable and familial, before Berry’s gaze drifted toward a small tin sitting on the counter beside April’s tablet. The metal container was plain, unadorned except for a small dent near the lid, its purpose unmistakable to anyone familiar with Hunsie household habits.
“Mother?”
April looked up, her amber eyes following Berry’s line of sight to the tin. She made no move to hide it, her expression remaining clinically detached as she responded with a soft sound of acknowledgment.
“Mm.”
Berry pushed off from the doorframe, her movements fluid as she crossed the small space in two quick steps. Her fingers found the lid before April could intervene, the metal giving way with a soft pop as the container opened. “Three bottles?”
April reached for the tin, her movements swift but just a fraction too late. “Give that back.”
Berry tilted the container slightly, allowing April a clear view of the contents before her smile widened with theatrical triumph. “She sent me five.”
April snatched the tin away, her movements precise and economical as she secured the lid with a decisive click. “Because you forget to eat when you’re busy.”
“I eat.” Berry’s hand flew to her chest, her expression one of wounded indignation as she leaned against the counter with theatrical gravity.
“Coffee is not food.” April looked at Ravina. “She thinks flirting with businessmen counts as a meal.”
Berry smiled sweetly, her pointed ears twitching with theatrical innocence.
“Depends on the businessman.”
Ravina snorted, the sound soft in the sterile room as she watched the familiar dynamic unfold. There it was. The family resemblance.
April looked at her sister, her amber eyes narrowing with clinical assessment.
“How was the convention group?”
Berry’s smile changed, Ravina noticed immediately. The theatrical sweetness sharpened into something more guarded, more practiced.
“What convention group?... Nothing happened,” Berry said, her voice losing some of its earlier warmth.
April’s grin grew, the expression small but genuine in the clinical lighting of the treatment room.
“Exactly.”
Berry pointed at her, her movements precise and economical as she redirected the conversation.
“I was working.”
“Seven adults.”
“Guests.”
“Five asked if you were single.”
“Guests.”
“Two asked you to dinner.”
Berry paused as April raised an eyebrow, the gesture carrying the weight of someone who had heard this particular story before. Berry lifted her chin, her pink hair catching the clinical light as she prepared her defense.
“One was charming.”
Ravina leaned against the wall, her position giving her a perfect view of the sibling exchange.
“I feel like I’m learning workplace policy.”
Berry turned toward her sister, her expression shifting from theatrical innocence to something more serious as she addressed the unspoken question in April's gaze.
"I don't hunt guests."
April coughed, the sound sharp and deliberate in the sterile room as she leaned against the counter with practiced impatience.
Berry ignored her, her pink hair catching the clinical light as she continued with unwavering certainty.
"Unless they specifically ask."
Ravina blinked, her magenta eyes widening slightly as she processed the unexpected clarification.
Berry smiled, the expression small but genuine as she elaborated on her professional philosophy.
"Then it becomes an extension of hospitality."
April shook her head, her amber eyes narrowing with clinical assessment as she listened to her sister's justification.
Berry looked at her, her posture straightening as she prepared her defense.
"You're simply jealous."
"I treat patients."
"So?"
April stared, her expression unreadable as she processed the implication behind Berry's question. The silence stretched for a moment in the clinical lighting of the treatment room.
"There is almost no legitimate medical reason for me to have sex with a patient."
Ravina looked up sharply, her attention caught by the unexpected qualifier in April's statement.
"Almost?"
April froze, her professional composure cracking for just a moment as she realized her mistake.
Berry's smile became radiant, her earlier amusement replaced by triumphant satisfaction as she capitalized on her sister's misstep.
April slowly closed her eyes, her posture rigid with regret as she realized what she had just admitted.
"I regret my wording."
Ravina and Berry burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the sterile room as April pressed her fingers against her temple with practiced resignation.
Berry shrugged, the movement fluid as she met Ravina's gaze across the room.
"Tired people need sleep. Frightened people need safety. Lonely people need kindness."
Her smile widened, the pink hair above her eyes catching the clinical light as she continued with unwavering certainty.
"If they're rested, sober, comfortable, and ask me out after that, I'm not a saint."
April snorted, the sound sharp and deliberate in the quiet room.
"Far from it."
Berry looked delighted, her earlier amusement replaced by triumphant satisfaction as she turned toward her sister.
"See? She loves me."
"I tolerate you."
"Same family language."
Ravina smiled, the expression small but genuine in the clinical lighting of the treatment room as she watched the familiar dynamic unfold between the sisters.
Then Berry glanced at her, her expression shifting from theatrical triumph to something more serious as she searched Ravina's face for understanding.
"You understand?"
Ravina did.
"Sounds like Briget."
April snorted again, the sound carrying the weight of someone who had heard this particular comparison before.
"No. Mother would turn it into an entire business model."
Berry's smile widened, her pointed ears twitching slightly with amusement.
"She did."
Ravina stared, her magenta eyes widening as she processed the implication.
"...Right. The farm."
The silence stretched for a beat, comfortable and familiar, before all three of them dissolved into laughter, the sound genuine and warm in the clinical lighting of the treatment room.